Chapter I - Body and Mind
A feeble morning light shone across the seventh year Slytherin bedroom, breaking through the fog and bathing one of the four-poster bed in a pale golden light.
A seventeen-year old boy was laying in this bed, his light-blonde hair almost as bright as the sun rays, his pale face almost as white as the sheets he laid in. and his half closed blue eyes as cold as November rain.
Lost in his thoughts, Lucius contemplated the foggy atmosphere outside, unaware of time or space. His mind was still at the Halloween party. His ears were not listening the silence of the empty room, but were still living in the echoes of the music if the Great Hall, the babbling and talking at the students' tables and the moanings of Cris back in the rosebushes.
A grin crossed his face.
Cris was a Ravenclaw prefect in her sixth year. She was also very pretty, besides of smart and shy - three features that always pleased him so. But she had, above all, the most important characteristic a girl could have: she was very fond of him.
So fond of him that he knew he could ask her anything. even to leave the feast and her prefect duties for a night.hum. stroll.
She was very much unlike Narcissa, his girlfriend. Narcissa was the kind of woman his (and her) family always wanted him to get married with. Their relationship was obviously very wanted. And he enjoyed her company as she was smart and beautiful. And the perfect match for his pure blood. But she was too strict about doing anything that meant rule breaking or anything out of the ordinary. And taking Narcissa to the rosebushes while everyone was at a party inside the castle was just not possible. Actually, taking Narcissa to any rosebush at any time was simply out of the question. She never understood that he needed adventure in his life. That he needed to test his limits, that he needed the power he experienced when he knew that he was living on the edge and that nobody was going to get him.
He had been born in the most aristocratic, disciplinary, strict family you could imagine. The Malfoys were seen with great respect in the wizarding community. They were rich, powerful and the noblest people you could think of. And Lucius, somehow, didn't quite fit in these standards. He was rich and he was powerful, but he was a lot more than that. He was thirsty for the other kind of power, the power that doesn't come with money, but that comes with knowledge. That was why he was one of the best students in his year. And that was why he also wanted to enrich his life with experiences, for more far fetched or crazy, or even dangerous, that they might seem. Lucius was addicted to the pleasure of breaking the limit.
And Narcissa, in that way, was exactly his opposite. She was limited to what people said was the right thing to do. She never kissed him passionately, even if their relationship had lasted for two years now. She had never been in the rosebushes. As a matter of fact, she had never been anywhere at all. He mentally shrugged: he would never ask her, anyway.
She was not fit for those kinds of behaviours. Narcissa was a Black, and the Blacks were another noble wizarding family. And she had lived all her life expecting to get married to a wizard of a noble family, like him. Marry, constitute a family and live up to their name. A Black just couldn't lie down at rosebushes.
And that was why Cris existed in his life. Well, Cris, Amy, Joanne, Luciana. you name it, he thought with a wicked smile. Slowly getting up (the thought of such a filled life had returned him his strength) he headed to the bathroom where he took a quick shower while the images of all those Hogwarts (and non-Hogwarts) girls streamed through his mind.
And he had to admit, standing naked in front of the mirror, with his wet white skin, his light blonde hair, his blue greyish eyes, his handsome face with strong male features as his long and sharp nose, as well as with almost female features such as his thin eyebrows and sensual eye line. he had to admit that if he was a girl he would fall at his feet as well. He admired his chest, a proper Quidditch player chest, with muscles just in the right amount to still be able to fly graciously; his arms, strong enough to hold his broom in sharp turns and yet so gentle when he held a woman; his abdomen, fit and always ready to feel a girls kiss; his buttocks were almost feminine, with a soft skin that called for touch and his-
"Oh, Lucius" said a male voice, as another boy walked in. "You'd better get dressed or I'll fall in love with you as well." and he pretended to kiss him in the air.
"Shut up, Rod." said Lucius with a scowl.
"Yeah, well, if you hadn't been admiring yourself all morning you had been able to show up at breakfast at decent hours so we could go now to Quidditch practice. Nice captain we have in you. Not even showing up in time for practice."
"I said eleven. And it's only ten thirty. Besides, I never eat that much at breakfast. You'll see me in the Quidditch pitch at eleven."
"I hope so," said Rodolphus, exiting the bathroom, followed by Lucius "we haven't made you captain for your good looks, you know?"
Lucius scowled again and started combing his hair and fixing it in the nice ponytail he always had.
Rodolphus never quite understood all this aristocratic look on his friend, so he merely shook his head with a smile. Lucius was one of those people who had been kept in a golden cradle all his life, a luxurious and aristocratic life, surrounded by house elves and richness and power. He would never understand that the world goes on spinning even if he had his hair in a total mess (like his, Rodolphus thought with a grin). And as he was about to leave, Rodolphus threw Lucius some robes, saying "Oh, Lucius, do get dressed. I'm not made of iron, you know?" and he grinned and left quickly before Lucius could Accio something in his direction.
A feeble morning light shone across the seventh year Slytherin bedroom, breaking through the fog and bathing one of the four-poster bed in a pale golden light.
A seventeen-year old boy was laying in this bed, his light-blonde hair almost as bright as the sun rays, his pale face almost as white as the sheets he laid in. and his half closed blue eyes as cold as November rain.
Lost in his thoughts, Lucius contemplated the foggy atmosphere outside, unaware of time or space. His mind was still at the Halloween party. His ears were not listening the silence of the empty room, but were still living in the echoes of the music if the Great Hall, the babbling and talking at the students' tables and the moanings of Cris back in the rosebushes.
A grin crossed his face.
Cris was a Ravenclaw prefect in her sixth year. She was also very pretty, besides of smart and shy - three features that always pleased him so. But she had, above all, the most important characteristic a girl could have: she was very fond of him.
So fond of him that he knew he could ask her anything. even to leave the feast and her prefect duties for a night.hum. stroll.
She was very much unlike Narcissa, his girlfriend. Narcissa was the kind of woman his (and her) family always wanted him to get married with. Their relationship was obviously very wanted. And he enjoyed her company as she was smart and beautiful. And the perfect match for his pure blood. But she was too strict about doing anything that meant rule breaking or anything out of the ordinary. And taking Narcissa to the rosebushes while everyone was at a party inside the castle was just not possible. Actually, taking Narcissa to any rosebush at any time was simply out of the question. She never understood that he needed adventure in his life. That he needed to test his limits, that he needed the power he experienced when he knew that he was living on the edge and that nobody was going to get him.
He had been born in the most aristocratic, disciplinary, strict family you could imagine. The Malfoys were seen with great respect in the wizarding community. They were rich, powerful and the noblest people you could think of. And Lucius, somehow, didn't quite fit in these standards. He was rich and he was powerful, but he was a lot more than that. He was thirsty for the other kind of power, the power that doesn't come with money, but that comes with knowledge. That was why he was one of the best students in his year. And that was why he also wanted to enrich his life with experiences, for more far fetched or crazy, or even dangerous, that they might seem. Lucius was addicted to the pleasure of breaking the limit.
And Narcissa, in that way, was exactly his opposite. She was limited to what people said was the right thing to do. She never kissed him passionately, even if their relationship had lasted for two years now. She had never been in the rosebushes. As a matter of fact, she had never been anywhere at all. He mentally shrugged: he would never ask her, anyway.
She was not fit for those kinds of behaviours. Narcissa was a Black, and the Blacks were another noble wizarding family. And she had lived all her life expecting to get married to a wizard of a noble family, like him. Marry, constitute a family and live up to their name. A Black just couldn't lie down at rosebushes.
And that was why Cris existed in his life. Well, Cris, Amy, Joanne, Luciana. you name it, he thought with a wicked smile. Slowly getting up (the thought of such a filled life had returned him his strength) he headed to the bathroom where he took a quick shower while the images of all those Hogwarts (and non-Hogwarts) girls streamed through his mind.
And he had to admit, standing naked in front of the mirror, with his wet white skin, his light blonde hair, his blue greyish eyes, his handsome face with strong male features as his long and sharp nose, as well as with almost female features such as his thin eyebrows and sensual eye line. he had to admit that if he was a girl he would fall at his feet as well. He admired his chest, a proper Quidditch player chest, with muscles just in the right amount to still be able to fly graciously; his arms, strong enough to hold his broom in sharp turns and yet so gentle when he held a woman; his abdomen, fit and always ready to feel a girls kiss; his buttocks were almost feminine, with a soft skin that called for touch and his-
"Oh, Lucius" said a male voice, as another boy walked in. "You'd better get dressed or I'll fall in love with you as well." and he pretended to kiss him in the air.
"Shut up, Rod." said Lucius with a scowl.
"Yeah, well, if you hadn't been admiring yourself all morning you had been able to show up at breakfast at decent hours so we could go now to Quidditch practice. Nice captain we have in you. Not even showing up in time for practice."
"I said eleven. And it's only ten thirty. Besides, I never eat that much at breakfast. You'll see me in the Quidditch pitch at eleven."
"I hope so," said Rodolphus, exiting the bathroom, followed by Lucius "we haven't made you captain for your good looks, you know?"
Lucius scowled again and started combing his hair and fixing it in the nice ponytail he always had.
Rodolphus never quite understood all this aristocratic look on his friend, so he merely shook his head with a smile. Lucius was one of those people who had been kept in a golden cradle all his life, a luxurious and aristocratic life, surrounded by house elves and richness and power. He would never understand that the world goes on spinning even if he had his hair in a total mess (like his, Rodolphus thought with a grin). And as he was about to leave, Rodolphus threw Lucius some robes, saying "Oh, Lucius, do get dressed. I'm not made of iron, you know?" and he grinned and left quickly before Lucius could Accio something in his direction.